Enocra Woodland

Pine, spruce and firs alike...
Dense coniferous forests cover the woodlands, with clearings, paths and the occasional wildberry shrub throughout. Pine, spruce and fir make up much of the forest in the east, with the forest becoming swampier in the west towards Mecor Valley. In the west, cypress trees dominate, with fallen trees creating bridges across and throughout the stillwaters.

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MALIKYE

demon - iromar - imprint - mate


“The show isn’t over..."

hackles lift from a charcoaled colored mass, blood dripping from sharp canines as he turns to face the male who dares speak to him in such a manner. his mouth rests open casually, panting lightly as brilliant blues stare on as if unimpressed. the other speaks, malikye slightly listening as the deep crimson mixes with his saliva and falls to the earth. as his words cease to be spoken, the vampire turns away from him fixating his nonliving prey with a steely gaze as he begins to slowly feed. jaws crack upon bones, body lowering to the ground as a simple turn of his aud towards the male is given to acknowledge his presence. right now all he can think about was this meal that he has earned. it is not enough to send him into the craze that a normal kill would for this was not one of his kind. he would not kill his brethren until Andras told him otherwise. until then, the varg that now dared to sit near to the sinner was safe.

more words, foolish ones at that and malikye lifts his head from his meal to turn his icy shards upon the brute once more. tongue slides out from behind the wall of dangerous canines, coming to slide along his bloodied kissers as auds flatten. "its dead" he had been torturing it for hours actually, waiting until it awoken before he had continued in his charade. once he had grown bored with its now annoying pleas for help, he had then ended its life and begun to feed. if this male had truly been watching he would have seen that. then again, he had stated, 'face to face'.

a low rumble sounds though malikye makes no move to get up. he stares at the male, lip curling back to reveal staind canines. "you've been following me, why?" his hoarse raspy lyrics fall from his bloodied jaws like the liquid of the dead itself. he demanded to know as to why this male had been stalking his actions. malikye preferred solitude, except when within the remnants of the swamp land he found he was growing to like more and more. rarely ever did any dwell within them, for they did not dare to cross the demon king.

soon they would dare to cross the king's dog either.

"speaking"





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